Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
Every dawn, he rows his boat into the mist,
the horizon a thin line _____, barely visible.
He casts his net , an extension of his will
into depths that whisper of hidden treasures.
Today, the net pulls heavy,
a catch that promises sustenance.
He feels the strain in his muscles,
the reward of effort in his hands.
Fish gleam in the morning light,
each one a small victory.
Returning to shore,
he lays the catch on the dock;
a testament to a night's work
…a day's promise.
Each fish tells a story
of survival and skill,
…a dialogue
between man and ocean.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Shall this be the last poem of the year, before Christmas Eve turns everything over until 2025 sets in?
- Category: Reflection
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I feel a glowing homage to one of the hardest professions in the world, a very enjoyable read.
Indeed! You are correct. I have had the privilege of casually assisting fisherfolk in their work and you are not wrong there. Thank you for your validating response. 🙏🏻
You are very welcome
A beautiful poem of images that goes deeper in meaning and metaphor. I love this net you have cast and feel caught in it. Beautiful and happy holidays to you and yours
Thanks Soren, that is quite a catch there, being caught in the net! 🙏🏻
Beautifully rendered and profoundly true! I hope it’s not the last, but I am selfish in that as I enjoy reading you! LOL! If it is, read you next year my friend. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and yours! 🌹👏🎄
To you and yours as well, Tristan! Thanks 🙏🏻 And yes, I am looking forward to next year’s harvest of verse. ✍️
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Brilliant.
Thanks TWC 🙏🏻
Great write
Thanks Tony 🙏🏻
You're welcome
Excellent .. but best not mention those that got away .. it's the way it has always been and should be .. I am totally against any form of fish farming & also against those huge vessels that just mop up everything in their path so indiscriminately ... Tight lines squire until next time .. Neville
Yes on all counts! Trawler fishing is an awful thing, canning factories 🏭 are the fishes parallel to the Holocaust. Thanks kindly. 🙏🏻
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